The pitch of the roof is not so steep
Yet steep enough I dare not sleep
For though it would be nice to drowse
Way up here atop the house
With a heavy sun in the west
And my body finally at rest
On shingles warm from midday sun
Though the cool of night has begun
The pitch of the roof is far to steep
For me to even think of sleep.
LAKE CHAMPLAIN
THOSE WHO LIVE IN VERMONT, AS ME AND MINE DO, HOLD THE EASTERN SHORE IS THE BETTER OF THE TWO, BUT EVEN WE CONCEDE NEW YORKERS HAVE THE BETTER VIEW
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One day, I walked into the house to inform my sister that a certain roof had a very Stip Peach.
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